Behind these eyes.
Silent footsteps cross the wooden floor
Sitting at the window overlooking the lough
Whispering words , happy and sad,
whisper from the walls of The Wee Place
Has a tear breaks, tracks slowly across my cheek
Swallows skim across the lough
Birds sing in the spring air
An empty chair, sits there.
Now dreams lie shattered
like cherry blossoms spilled by wind
Thoughts tumble like stormy clouds
Emotions hurt, I close the door.
Time goes forward, never back
When Memories fade and time slips by
No matter where my head rests
My dreams lie in Our Wee Place.
Eye of Seoirse
He looks at me from the dark
no thoughts, no feelings.
Just a hard gaze
burning into my eyes.
Sometimes on the road of life
Darkness stains the blood
Home sits an empty shell
no thoughts ,no feelings.
The dark hides the light
Light brings hope
hope is a new road,
when the dark fades
The dark is a mirror
I look at me from the dark
No thoughts, no feelings
Waiting for the dark to fade.
We stand on a hill top, watching the passing of time.
The world of change goes spinning pass
Vast forest of our ancestors, culled long ago,
Land naked for man to grow his food,
Or cleared to build his caves.
Soon no place left, for him to rest his soul,
Or clean the air, that’s life for him.
Upon this little hilltop,
There’s now just two of us.
Our leaves there are no more.
Below is a quote from John O’ Donohue. I was given a book many years back by this man and his writing awoke a spirit within me.
“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
When you run your finger along the edge of time, feel the sharp blade slowly cut into the fabric of your life.
At a point it starts to hurt, blood of hurt flows from the wounds within. The mind races to catch the emotions, not wanting to lose what we call ours.
Thoughts used like a band aid, shores up the flow and hurt. We apply pressure to the wound, and fight to stop the lost, in case we release our inner emotions and lose who we think we are.
I put my foot on the path, but where will it take me. I run the edge of time across my body and release all to the earth. Watch has a new person steps forth and walks the path.
There is no birth, no death. Just a cycle.
With a open heart and compassion there can be no harm to the inner me. So with the suitcase of the past left behind and no suitcase to carry into the future, I’ll walk without I.
My spirit has been taken, lost and robbed in the night.
It drifts far from my heart, a soul in the sea of dead
Life on the road is empty, with no spirit at my side..
Life passes in darkness, with a heavy heart
Has the sky cries, its tears flow,
Like the path way off the spirit
Wind steers the spirits on their way.
I pass through a barren land,
Where the air is still and dry.
Then I meet a spirit who took me by the hand
Put her arms around me and lead me from this land
To feel the tears upon my face, the path at my feet.
Sun to replace the darkness, radiate’s my heart
I know not when I’ll meet again
She who saved me then,
Sun and moon my hand caresses
Oh spirit of my dreams.
Eye of Seoirse